Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
UT,
June Days,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.